Ode to Self-Love

Once lived a boy who was lost in his dreams
'Cause the real world was boring and sad
Life was a stage with the curtain un-raised
And praise was a quick pull away
So he learned how to sing
And some folks said nice things
And it was there that he started to fall
Could this be love, could this be love, could this be

Feet hit the floor, he was thirsty for more
And the future became all he had
He'd work for tomorrow and fight through the sorrow
When things didn't go how he planned
And he lost what was true
When anxiety grew like a monster he couldn't ignore
Where is the love, where is the love, where is the

Boy meets a girl who likes other boys more
And he thinks that the problem is him
So he strives for perfection so he'll be accepted
But somehow, he never is
He dreams of a wife and a cul-de-sac life
Like the one that he knew as a child
Searching for love, searching for love, searching for love

Boy turns to man when he understands
Love isn't something we earn
We are enough but this world's awfully fucked
And there's a hell of a lot to unlearn
So he writes songs with his friends
With a freedom within
And that's where this story unfolds
Oh, what a love, beautiful love, beautiful